“Alice’s Last Day”

On this bright and chilly morning, Nugget was torn away from his perch on the lip of   Jackie’s tulip planting pot by Muggle’s war cries, which, proudly puffed up, he was required to reciprocate from a higher viewpoint. “Where’s Nugget?” (49). Later, we drove into the forest, taking School Lane out of Milford onContinue reading ““Alice’s Last Day””

Nesting Teapots

Before visiting Otter Nurseries for compost this morning we took a drive into the forest. We met two different large vans on Undershore. This was the widest, straightest, end of this narrow sinuous lane. A solitary pony made its way past a row of old thatched cottages facing the green at Pilley. On the outskirtsContinue reading “Nesting Teapots”

“Where’s It Gone?”

We took an early drive to the east of the forest this morning. Having left Lymington we traversed Snooks Lane. The nature of this narrow, winding, road suggests that it is madness to reach the 40 m.p.h. limit marked on these lanes. Despite the idyllic location and the recently completed cleaning of the Burrard MonumentContinue reading ““Where’s It Gone?””

At Their Posts

On another milder but less misty afternoon Jackie drove us into the forest. A string of deer dashing across the road at South Baddesley took me by such surprise that I could not present a clearer view than we saw in several blinks of an eye. At Tanners Lane I had thought I would needContinue reading “At Their Posts”

Why Did The Pheasant Cross The Road?

CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN A GROUP TO ACCESS ITS GALLERY, INDIVIDUAL MEMBERS OF WHICH CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE BY SCROLLING DOWN AND CHECKING BOX AT BOTTOM RIGHT LONE PICTURES JUST NEED A CLICK FOR ENLARGEMENT. Yesterday evening we enjoyed the usual excellent food and friendly efficient service in the perfect company of Elizabeth,Continue reading “Why Did The Pheasant Cross The Road?”

We Didn’t Chat For Long

CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN A GROUP TO ACCESS ITS ENLARGED GALLERY This morning Aaron, of AP Maintenance, tackled the storm damage. He replaced the back drive barrier plants; repaired Jackie’s screen covering the five barred fence; gathered up fallen branches; and tidied up the cypress, which now looks like this. Sending wood-chips flying fromContinue reading “We Didn’t Chat For Long”

Plein Air Painting

A BT engineer spent most of the morning with us. He found a fault in the line up the street, a faulty hub and possibly a faulty TV Box. The good news is that this was all the provider’s equipment, so we will not have to pay £130 for the privilege. The engineer would putContinue reading “Plein Air Painting”

‘What Could Be Better?”

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE.REPEAT IF REQUIRED Nasturtiums are the yardstick of frost. When their thick tendrils go limp and soggy and the flowers droop, we know that frost has arrived. On an overcast morning of this unseasonably oppressively warm day, I wandered out in the garden to take the measure of them. The flowersContinue reading “‘What Could Be Better?””

Emma Would Have Been Under Water

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. REPEAT IF REQUIRED. When I was awaiting my hip replacement in 2009, my GP offered the opinion that I would never have a blood pressure problem. I wonder what she would have thought about my performance on the telephone today, much of which was again spent in frustrating negotiations aboutContinue reading “Emma Would Have Been Under Water”

Pumpkin Head

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. REPEAT IF REQUIRED. Today I was mostly engaged in boring administration; correspondence in writing and in e-mail; filing; form-filling; and posting. Rapid rooftop rattling hailed a brief interlude with my camera, as ricocheting crystals created springboards of chairs, tables, paving, and anything else less receptive than soggy soil. Early thisContinue reading “Pumpkin Head”